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Tears swarmed my eyes. “I love you too. I’ve been in love with you for a long time—weeks.”
Sully beamed. “I’ve got you beat, Angel. I think it was the first day for me.”
I laughed, a gush of joy filling my soul. “Always so competitive.”
“You got that right,” Sully said. “And I’m claiming my prize right now. I don’t want you to ever kiss anyone else. I want to be your first and only. And I don’t want you to go into the monastery or get another nanny job. I don’t want you to leave usever.”
“I don’t want to leave you. I want to be with you always, Sully. And I want to be with the girls and see them grow up.”
Sully’s mouth descended to mine again, beginning a new round of kisses that left me breathless and squirming and filled with so much happiness I felt like I’d float up to the high coffered ceilings if he wasn’t holding me so securely to him.
Abruptly he stopped the kiss and lifted his head.
“The kids are just down the hall.” He sounded like it had just occurred to him.
I nodded rapidly, though my thoughts were still scrambled along with every hormone I possessed.
“Yes. The kids. Theyarewatching a movie—a long one.”
He smiled. “Do you think you’ll be able to keep the decibel level down?”
I slapped at his shoulder. “That wasyourfault. You have to promise not to make me lose my mind this time.”
Sully shook his head and kissed me before rolling off the bed and crossing the room to lock the bedroom door.
“I can’t promise you that, Angel.”
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Chapter Thirty
Death and Taxes
Sully
It was a literal dream come true, Angelina waiting for me in my bed with her hair streaming down around her in golden waves and that look on her beautiful face.
I was nervous. I wanted to make this perfect for her, but I’d heard the first time wasn’t always that great for a woman. The last thing I wanted was to hurt her or give her any sort of negative feelings about sex.
The trick would be to make sure she was completely ready for me, absolutely begging for it—and to maintain a sense of humor in case it didn’t go a hundred percent according to plan.
I went back to the bed, undressing and sliding into it then pulling Angelina into my arms, encouraging her to stretch out next to me so I could just hold her against my body and let her get used to that.
She felt incredible, slim and strong and soft all at the same time. One of her legs was thrown over my thigh, her skirt riding up, and I was already getting excited, feeling the warmth of her sweet center pressed against me.
“So, should we pull up some You Tube videos?” I joked, remembering how she said that was the way she learned to do anything she had no experience with.
“That won’t be necessary,” she assured me. “I read the novels from your closet.”
I did a double-take, embarrassed she’d found my secret stash. A romance novel collection wasn’t exactly in the manly man handbook. “You did?”
She nodded, smiling.
Oh well, if we were going to make a life together, I guessed it was better we didn’t start with any secrets. “How many of them did you read?”
“All of them?” She ran her fingers over my chest and stroked them down my abdomen, tracing the delineations of the muscle cut.
“I had a lot of time to kill while you were gone, and then I sort of got addicted and just kept going. I know how things work now,” she informed me in a pert, overly confident tone.
